You spend all of your time in bed or on the couch. Heck he has only been in the formal dining room once.”“Mick! I’m sorry. I had not even though... about it.”“No problem, I had not thought about it either. I guess that I still haven’t come to grips with this being my home and not your house.”“And you are so polite that you would never wander around someone else’s house. Well let’s fix that right now. You go upstairs and get comfortable and I will give you the royal tour.”“I’ll make you a meatloaf. A persistent nudging against his foot interrupted Tim’s nightmare, and he awoke with a start. Standing before him was the tall alien with Eve cradled in its tentacle arms. Eve’s head lolled against its skinny, gray shoulder. She looked unconscious. The luxurious blond hair had been cut short, now only reaching to the bottom of her chin. Other than that, she looked perfect and beautiful. Tim’s heart raced. His mouth dried up. The excitement of having her back drove away any doubts he felt. ”“I’ll take off now, and I hope I hear from you. But even if I don’t, please try what I suggest, otherwise you will keep on needlessly tormenting yourself.”“Okay, thanks.”“Bye Leica.”“Bye Tom.”Well now, that was something! I gulped down what remained of my drink, and walked out into the crisp night air. It felt good, yet somehow dampened my ardor, albeit only temporarily. I knew what hesaid was true, even as he said it. There was nothing to consider, really. It was only a matter of putting it. She dived out of bed before he had recovered enough to even think about it.Sitting quietly, pretending this was just any other day, was a major work of control for Helen. She wanted to leap at Tony and high five him. She was so very pleased with herself for what she'd just managed in bed — she never thought she'd manage the whole deed, was expecting it to be a bit nasty and was only doing it because she'd read so many stories of how men really loved it. She'd wanted to do something special for.